I'm just back from a weekend in a bothy in Mid- Wales. It was ace, apart from the indigestion from so much rich food.
The river was bouncingly high, making us have to reconsider route options but we arrived unscathed. Chatting to some MX'ers later on I learnt that one of them had his bike washed away on the biggest crossing, a proper scary moment. For the WW paddlers amongst us, I'd say it was a grade two rapid they were riding through, immediately above a Gr IV. A landrover flipped over there a few years ago, killing a young girl. It's a thought provoking place.
Once we'd dropped our stuff off in the bothy we went for a ride. The Sun shone, the sky didn't leak- it was great. At the bottom of the HUGE wet, rocky and long descent we again met up with the Land Rover guys from Fleetwood who had very kindly ferried in our coal to close to the bothy for us- what a bunch of stars. We also collected the firelogs and meths that they had forgotten to drop off.
Back to the accommodation for the night and a surfeit of cheese and tapas. Pete- you snore like a pig. Darren- you snore like a stuck pig. Richard- many thanks for bringing the ear plugs and fire steels- they were most necessary indeed.
The clocks changed last night- is that why people were up and about before 7:00AM Unhappy Ambrose
A massive fry up cheered me up no end but indigestion from hell haunted me for the rest of the day. Boo.
All in all, a great trip. Cheers Guys.